Keep your creativity flowing with Fishamble's #TinyPlayChallengeIn these challenging times, Fishamble - along with many of our colleagues in the wider Irish artistic community - is working hard to keep imaginations lively, communities engaged - and most of all offer people the opportunity of creative expression. We asked our audiences: Would you welcome the challenge of exploring your thoughts and feelings through drama? Do you have a dramatic story that you feel the urge to work out for yourself, and maybe share with your fellow citizens?​Below is one of the chosen plays from our global submissions.

The land:

We’ve been meeting this way since centuriesYou the messenger, I the sentry and there’s no ending of us, no ‘eventually ... ‘

And I love you when you’re like this-When you’re a tender brush against my grassy wild-flowered cheek

And the light’s low over Achill and all arguments are put to restAnd you’re soft-spoken and you bring me news of the dolphins and the baskingsharks and the news from the islands and what the fish are learning in schools.

We’re a slow dance on nights like thisWhen you’re tender-tongued and I accept the kiss.Yes, I love you when you’re like this,

But some nights there’s crashing eruptions-You get all wild-tempered-hurled-insults and foam-mouthed spitting

And you lash out, throwing everything at me in one great furyAll riled up beyond taming or talking, such a change comes over you, a greatchange comes

And all your affection’s gone, gone too your soft way,And there’s nothing for it but to wait ‘til you change again

Because I love you when you’re like this, too, all overcome and beyond reasonBrutally honest and unleashed, all madness released

and no mention of why the change- no call to justify the change, there’s onlythe change itself, full and felt with each wild wave-

Until you change again, and no more thought’s given.Stoic, I, the land, and you, the sea, forgiven.

The sea:

You who watches the changes in meSure we’ve been meeting this way since centuriesYou, stood there at the beginning and the end of me, unconditionally

You the resolute listener and I the sweet-talker that has you doe-eyedlistening to the lapping sound of me

Bringing you the news from the islands, and the singing of the shoalsSoftly telling you the depth of me and the many tears wept in me

And to hear in turn, the news of the cattle and the wild-flowersThe roots of the tree-talk and the fairies and the field-hours

Exchange of the scent of the gorsefor cooling your rock-face with glistening fanOur mutual-ness understood

And I love to be this way with youand each time this way I swear I’ll remainBut then the change comes over me again

And my blue eyes roll wild and I roll wild against youAnd everything is shattered and cast against youAnd I’ve killed men this way, I’ve broken ships and I’ve broken bits of you

In my surges of anger I’ve risen up and flung everything at youBlind howling, pure aggression, all changed, a great change,Brutal and baying, unprovoked, stoked by some signal I can’t control

And all my affection’s gone, gone too thesoft way,Gone the sentiment, gone the sweetness of the day, all changed

And the deep belly of me rumbles and bared-teethed I fight youAnd spite you and I forget everything we agreed upon before.Turned against you and railing, until I exhaust myself into slumber and rest–

Of late, Patrick is living down west, looking across the water at Clare Island and Inisturk. He loves to play the piano and to sing. He's been living a long time before now, in a city, which it seems wasn't the right place for him at all. Patrick loves the sound and the feeling of laughter. He has a big grá for the sea. He was a hurling man for a long time. He is trying to learn the difference between a robins and a wrens song. He managed to set the baby potatoes on fire making the dinner today. Find Patrick on instagram @ihaveatribe.